As I was getting out of my truck to walk into work, I hear some music from the direction of the road. I think.... Grrrrr idiot kids with speakers twice the size of their car. I spin around (because you know you have to put the ol hairy eyeball on whatever you're about to mock...), and see...no cars. Whuzzat? my brain asks. Rather like it just bit into a piece of especially sour lemon.
The only thing moving is a...Goldwing? Wait. The sound is going with him....
Around here my brain begins to twist quite vigorously while trying to claw it's way out of my head. Like My senses have betrayed it and it wanted to get a first hand account of the outside world so to speak.
I still haven't recovered yet. A bright yellow wing. Towing a homemade trailer, blasting gangsta rap loud enough to be heard and understood 100' away, at 7:30am.
Help me yall...I can't figure out whether to be impressed, apalled, envious, or curious as to how much a used wing would cost......
Mike 
